IC: Don't Get Comfortable, SR4 Online Forum Game Options

[MrMiracle]

Josie sighs.

I have no recourse.

He slips his helmet on and starts the engine on his bike. Moments like this haunt him, moments of indecision. Perhaps he could have helped the blonde. Its not like bullets hurt... much. But he had no support, and no means to help her friend escape.

Only room for one more on the back of a bike.

Engine on, he streaks back to his apartment.

[thewolf]

Chiller

[ Spoiler ]

You pick up the orange mohawk guy's voice very easily, but little else, since the girl isn't making a lot of noise and the one in black hasn't made a sound yet. You hear bits and pieces: the driver is chastising the girl for "trying to go independent on me" and "you shouldn't have tried that", that sort of thing. The engine is idling, but you quickly pick up the rev up when he throws it into gear. Then the scraping of leather on brick, as the man in black hops into the backseat next to the girl. The car loaded up, you catch out of the corner of your eye the first signs of motion from the vehicles.

[thewolf]

The man in black had finally joined the rest of the fiery group in the convertible, at the prompting of the driver. The engine revved again, and the bikers ready to go, the urban caravan started moving. Their pace was slow and ponderous, as if showing off their flashy car, but their actions left you with a feeling of nothing but disgust for the group.

As the night rolled into the peak dance hours, the streets slowly began to fill up with more pedestrians and traffic. The cool evening grew longer and darker as the characters started to exit the meeting point.

[Mister Juan]

When A-In turned around to speak to Patrick, the irishman already had his commlink out and seemed to be scrolling thru some sort of list. Obviously concentrated by his reading he didn't answer the young man right away. It seemed for a few seconds that maybe he hadn't even heard him, when he finally replied.

His voice was low, his mind obviously elsewhere.

"Glasses wired for it..." he said while tapping his silvery glasses on the rims.

Patrick shifted his head from side to side, as if he was looking at something only he could see. His forehead started to slowly show wrinkles. Whatever he was doing, or seeing, he wasn't quite satisfied by it. A pair of AR gloves came out of inside his jacket, and the man started punching away at airborne keys only he could see.

"By the way mate" her said while looking at A-In from over his glasses "you can call me Patrick."

He was about to say something when he swung his eyes to the side, as if something had caught his attention.

"There there there.... Hoi mate, it's me!" and those were the only words of english he spoke. The irishman, who had pretended to be italian, now spoke in a russian that seemed to fluent and autentic that his origins were put back into question.

(OOC: Writing the thing in english just to keep it all clear)

"Thanks for hooking me up with that gig! Fair price.... yea.... I milked it for all it was worth. Anyways, I need something from you..... no..... no.... Not yet.... Need a rather quiet and discreet place to stash people and hardware for 6 days time, starting tonight..... Yes.... Yes.... As early as possible... 6 heads... doesn't need to be comfortable, but I need easy and discreet access..... Yea... Probably going to be a lot of coming in and going out....

He paused for a moment, looking for the ashtray in A-In's car.

"Something in Bellevue, as close as possible to the highway as you can..... I know.... Yes I know thats a lot things on short notice.... No... No, it doesn't have to be furnished. Just your basic quiet, discreet safehouse. Got the top cred to back it up........ How much?..... Yea, I'll wait."

Patrick turned in his seat toward the young hacker.

"I think I might have found us something" he said while cracking a smile at him.

"WHAT! Are you fragging kidding me!.......... LIKE HELL! Does it have a fragging jacuzzi and a view on the lake!!! I'm not looking to buy some realestate for the future chummer!...... No I don't care where it is in Bellevue....... I can be a fragging church's basement for all I care............ No, I don't want to rent a church...... Just stop pulling those numbers out of your ass and give me something solid...."

He waited for a few minutes, obviously on hold.

"I'm here..... Ok.... That makes a bit more sense.... I'll call you back in a minute."

[BlackHat]

A-in brings up a 3-d map of the city in AR, and sends a connection request to Patrick's commlink. If he accepts he, too, will see the map, and be able to place markers on it, which A-in will command the vehicle to drive to.

Otherwise, he seems a little distracted himself, as he begins to pour over the information the Johnson provided on the datachip.

[thewolf]

(OOC: Miron's commlink call with Patrick in Russian)

"I believe I have found something for you, my friend:"

"In the May Creek section of Bellevue, there is a small, empty auto shop that would be perfect. It's right by I-405, near the east shore of Lake Washington. You can easily see the towers from the place. Security and facilities are what you make of it, but for location and space you can't beat it. Three car garage, small upstairs area, office. Everything you need."

Ace Auto
3210 N Park Ave
Bellevue, WA

"It's in a rough, industrial part of town, pretty low class, but not likely to have a 'concerned citizen' problem either. The Star doesn't patrol frequently. Sound good? For you, I can discretely arrange its use for a week for 1,500 :nuyen: . That is the friend price!"

[Mister Juan]

Patrick smirked in his seat. Miron came thru, as always, with some very good deal. And 1 500 was a very very very good price.

"You got yourself a deal chummer. I'll wire the cash in a few minutes... Call me back when you get the transfer. We have to move in in there as soon as possible. Thanks a bunch chummer".

Disconnecting the call, he took his glasses of and rubbed the side of his nose. His day had started rather early, and fatigue was slowly setting in.

"Alright kid, I need you to wire 1500 to this account" he said while transfering the number to A-In's commlink.

"Once that is done, take us to 3210 N Park Ave. It's in Bellevue."

[BlackHat]

A-in sets up a wireless transfer between the credstick and the commcode account Patrick provided - authorizing :nuyen: 1,500 to be deducted. As he is doing so, the address Patrick gave him appears as a red dot on the 3D map, and a dotted green line appears overlayed on the mapsoft's suggested route. The car immediatly responds of its own accord, as the autonav accepts its new destination.

As they are driving along, A-in starts feeling kind of fidgety. It was easier to be quiet and not speak to Patrick when he was on the phone, but now he felt like he should break the ice. "So, what do you think we're going to need to spend the rest of the 30,000 on?" He asked, somewhat out of a desire for something relevant to the job to talk about, but also because Patrick seemed a lot better with money than A-in - and probably had done this "Shadowrunning" thing enough times before to know what gear would be necessary for a job like this. "I was thinking... if this guys works in the drone research labs, its a good bet that security will consist primarily of security drones - or at least that there would be more than usual there. We may want to get our hands on some jammers or something to counter them."

[TinkerGnome]

Nvwati took the tube across downtown, back toward the suburbs a bit. She wanted to take a look at the corporate facility, but whizzing across town in the astral was a risky prospect at best. She'd dissipated the spell from before, but it left a lingering ache in her head.

She checked in, using certified cred and giving a fake name. It was just the way the place was. No one gave a real name and they definitly didn't check your SIN. You also dropped a nice fat security deposit along with your rent time. You got it back when you left, but it still cost for the meantime.

She settled into the narrow coffin and reclined. Her mind went three thousand different directions, but she forced herself to try to sleep. She set her commlink to awaken her if it got a call and dozed off.

[DireRadiant]

Chiller pauses in his mindless energetic stroll through the late night streets as a particularly vibrant piece of augmented reality catches his attention.

//Covington Motors: Yes I want to see a virtual display of the Cherry Bomb Convertible.
//Covington Motors: Activate moving display.

right about there should work

//wires ON

Turning his head to track the AR display, Chiller suddenly runs six steps, voraciously covering ground, before leaping and twisting in the air in a half spin.

*HONK!*

Stepping back onto the curb, Chiller makes a friendly wave at the honking cab before continuing down the street.

Probably would have ended up sitting in the back seat, uncertain footing, but easy enough to handle, would just have needed to keep one hand clear, all the targets would have been accessible. Once in the car, then the bikes aren't much of an issue, stomp the brakes to let them hit or turn into them or run them over, no contest.

Then this Tusker makes the grateful lady even more grateful!

Damnit, the rest of the team is going to have to make it up to this Tusker.

[thewolf]

Sat 12 April 2070 22:45 – Ace Auto, 3210 N Park Ave – Bellevue, UCAS

The long trip down I-5 went smoothly in the black Comet sedan. Towards the south end of Lake Washington on the left you could clearly see the six illuminated Mitsuhama towers, standing ominously in defiance of the ground. As quiet and dark as the evening was just riding in the car, you couldn't help but feel just a little intimidated.

Looping around on the I-405, you drive by Renton and a small municipal airport, where several T-birds and fixed wing aircraft noticably zoom overhead. Slowly, the relative safety of office complexes and high-rises is replaced by the cold metal hardness of an industrial wasteland. Opposite the Mitsuhama complex on the east side of the lake, this section of south Bellevue was anything but the ritzy mansions you may have heard of. Old docks, shipyards, and metal industries dotted the shore as you exit the freeway, a blight on what might have been a nice view.

The streets are pretty quiet with fewer cars and more pedestrians, though that isn't much of a relief. Gang members are clearly present, but the largest threat might be the populace at large. North Park Ave is easy enough to find, and you quickly find the address, right on the corner at 32nd St.

The place looks a bit down, but that fits in well with the rest of the area. A brick exterior, painted white long ago, chips and cracks in several places. Weeds have grown up in the cracks of the pavement, while several busted out windows have been replaced by plywood. An office section is on the left, while three garage doors are closed on the right. Without any streetlights nearby, the terrain is pretty dark. An abandoned lot is across the street, while off to the side appears to be an old car wash, also not in business.

[Mister Juan]

During the drive, Patrick couldn’t help himself but smirk at the hacker. His discomfort was obvious… but he did his best to keep his cool; which was a good thing. A lot of new operative tried to act tough and puffed their chest out. Usually, those guys didn’t last very long; their overconfidence got them killed very fast. This kid was different. He wasn’t trying to be anyone else… or to impress Patrick. The Irishman wouldn’t have admitted it, but he started to like the young man.

“Well, I’m depending on how we do this thing, we might not need to spend the whole 30 000… that would mean just more cred for our own pockets” he said, flashing him one of his pearly white smile.

“Security is probably going to be of all kinds: matrix, rigged, physical and magical. Those towers are MCT HQ in this part of the world.”

As the towers appeared from the other side of the lake, Patrick looked at A-In over his glasses, a dead serious look in his eyes.

“This, mate…. Ain’t going to be any cakewalk. Something goes wrong… and a lot of people are going to get killed.”

As they neared the old auto shop, Patrick went back to his commlink, giving a ring to Miron.

[thewolf]

Miron's Russian cut in quickly on the comm call:

"The cred is good, as always, friend. Use this access code to open any of the maglocks on the building. Of course, it is timestamped for validity for the next week. I want it back in one piece, too. Good luck Patrick, I have a feeling you're going to need it."

An instantaneous encrypted transfer later, a small key appears in your AR, ready for use or to be filed away. It glows orange, spinning in place.

[Mister Juan]

We're going to need a lot more than luck...

"Thanks chummer; I'll take good care of it"

As he hung up, Patrick started undoing his tie... then took his jacket off. His clothes made him stick out a bit too much in this sort of neighborhood, and he was quite aware of that. After throwing his chic jacket in the back of the sedan, he unbuttoned the first buttons of his shirt, and flipped the collar up. Giving himself a quick onceover in the rearview mirror, his attention went back to A-In.

"Alright kid; if you're packing, I'd suggest you get your piece ready." he said in a hushed tone. As he spoke, Patrick had taken a taser out, and made sure it was at full power. He then switched the safety on and hooked it under his shirt, in his belt.

"You ready?"

[BlackHat]

A-in nodded, "Um, its in the trunk... are we expecting trouble in our safehouse?" As if in response to his comment, the back seats of the sedan fold down, revealing two things in the trunk - a backpack, and a strange gun." A-in reached back and grabbed them both, pulling the backpack onto his lap, and holding the weapon up for Patrickp to see. The weapon appeared to be a rather ordinary (though well-made) paintball gun with the Ares logo on the side. A-in smiled a little, "I'm a terrible shot, but I'll try to cover you."

[thewolf]

A-In

[ Spoiler ]

Looking directly at the building, you take a look at the AR objects and immediately notice that it has a wireless node and interfaces for several maglocks. Its building listing is as generic as possible, and very little other information is available.

Then, you hear a rustling off to the right, and your lowlight enhanced glasses pick up a dark form on the right-hand side of the building, apparently roused by your arrival. It stands, and begins to approach you very slowly. Its features are still obscured by a hooded cloak and the darkness of the area.

Patrick

[ Spoiler ]

Checking the building over, your enhanced AR glasses immediately spot a form moving, your audio enhancement confirming the sound of motion. You turn to see a dark, hooded figure moving towards you from the right-hand side of the building. You can't make out a face, but it is average in size and build. It's just too dark to make out any more details until it gets closer.

[Mister Juan]

"Well mate..."

He nodded toward the right hand side of the building.

"We already got company... stay sharp" he said in a whisper.

Patrick hooked a thumb in his belt hoop, close to his hidden taser. He didn't feel like already getting into trouble. What made him even more nervous was the fact that A-In was carrying over 30 000 in certified creds, and that he had all the data for the run. If they got mugged; they'd loose the money, and blow the run totaly wide open for anyone who checked the chip. All in all, it would be a very very very bad.

Taking a laid back demeanor, as if he owned the world, Patrick started walking toward the closest door, pretending not to notice the form approaching them.

[BlackHat]

As he noticed the form approaching, A-in connected his weapon to his glasses, wirelessly, and checked the smartgun data to make sure the weapon's onboard computer reported everything was alright. A small three dimensional map of the area seemed to form just above the weapon in A-in's linked field of view as the gun's ultrasound scope began scanning the area.

He slung his backpack over his shoulder and followed behind Patrick. For this being a 'safehouse', I'm not feeling all that safe. If this hooded guy attacks, I want my cred back.

He keeps the gun low, held close to his hips, but keeps it trained on the hooded figure. In AR, he brings up a window containing his gun-cam, and he sees his smartgun ARO indicating that his aim is pretty good (except for being jostled by walking around).

[ARKARY]

Sat 12 April 2070 22:30 - Beacon Hill Condo - Seattle, UCAS

With a click, the door to his condo closed as Mr. Scorpion returned to his home. It was way too early to be heading in for the night, but this whole meeting was weird from the start. Aside from the one Carver had addressed directly, he didn't even know any of their names. And gathering a bunch of runners who had never worked together before to hit a AAA corp with just a few days notice really didn't sit well with him. But, at least they got 30000 up front.

He wasn't sure how he felt about two people he didn't know walking around with :nuyen: 30000 and all the relevant data for the run, but at this point he didn't have much of a choice. "A-In" and the Negotiatior were presumably out looking for a safehouse and getting the inital data on Mitsuhama. There was no point in trying to dig for info himself before knowing what they had already uncovered. So until they contacted everyone else, all he could do was wait.

Setting his commlink to inform him if anyone on the team contacted him, Mr. Scorpion undid his tie and sat down at his desk. He started to reach for a stack of papers that needed filing, but he paused and reminded himself that he was on an official job now, and the mundane stuff could be put off til after. Instead, he went to his commlink and checked the Matrix for the day's news, seeing if anything on Mitsuhama came up.

[thewolf]

The form stops about 15 feet from you. The shadows finally receding from his hooded face, you get a glance at his appearance. Wearing a dark-colored hooded sweatshirt that has seen better days, his ragged jeans and ruffled, dirty clothes remind you of someone who just came out of the gutter. The twitchy, grizzled look of a middle-aged man with greying hair stares suspiciously at you. A voice speaks out in a low, grating tone:

"Y-y-you guys here for the stuff?" He pauses, looks around, and adds, "Nuyen talks, you know. H-h-h-how much do you want?"

His hands, folded into the pocket of his hoodie, never come into view.

[Mister Juan]

At least, it's not an angry troll with a roomsweeper...

Keeping his assured attitude, Patrick took a few more steps toward the man and stopped. When he spoke up, his irish accent had fadded off.

"Well, that depends on how much you have to offer." he leaned in a bit closer, whispering while looking around him "You know who told me you'd be around here... so what do you have for us?" he finished, giving him a sly smile.

Maybe the guy has some amph... wouldn't such a boring night after all.

[BlackHat]

A-in lowered his weapon when Patrick began talking to the man.

Um, was he planning to meet this guy here? What are we buying? I wish he'd mentioned this... and if he knew we were gonna buy something from this guy, why did he suggest we get out our guns?

[thewolf]

"You want a gram or two of novacoke? I also got some b-b-b-bliss. 100 on the coke, 50 for b-b-bliss. You're square with that, right chummer?"

He looked side to side, then placed his view directly at you again.

[Mister Juan]

Patrick beamed at the man, trying to make him feel comfortable. It was almost obvious he was already hooked on something. Having grown up around the drek of society, the irishman knew very well junkies were unpredictable. His right hand stayed on his hip, close to the hidden taser, as left one slowly went to his back pocket.

Patrick took very good care of always having hard currency on him at all time. Even if people could now be bribed via electronics, there was no substitutes to cold, hard paper money. Always made people feel richer than they actually were.

When Patrick's hand finally came up, he had a wad of ucas dollars. In the dimmed light of the alley, it was hard to say how much there actually was.

"Tell you what chummer, here's 250 for 2gs of nova."

Overpaying wasn't something Patrick usually did. He knew perfectly that he could easily get twice as much nova, for half that price... but building a good "relation" with the street dealer could prove very profitable. The man probably knew the neighborhood better than anyone, and could act as a lookout for the safehouse...

He gave him a wink "You go ahead and keep the change."

[thewolf]

The man picked two baggies of white powder out of his sweatshirt pouch and tossed them to Patrick after receiving the cash and counting it.

"Thanks for the deal chummer. The name is Twitch if you need anything else. Later man,"

Watching the streets closely, he trailed off back to the alley on the right and disappeared from immediate view. Although no one else seemed to be around, you could almost hear him talking. Interesting fellow.